I roll on the street with the ballas and the pimps and such people. When I’m not roaming the streets (WITH A VENGEANCE), I read a lot of literature and philosophy and consider troubling questions about life such as: how do I change that lightbulb in the enclosure over my garage door, and why did I have to be cursed with hair that naturally curls at the ends? The day before yesterday I lost my toothbrush and have since been brushing my teeth with a washcloth and using mouthwash excessively. Good news, however! Today I bought a new toothbrush so that shouldn’t be a problem anymore. I’m incredibly subject to flattery, as I mentioned in my first post. The way to most men’s hearts is their stomach, but for me all you have to do is compliment my hair.